My relatives flit in and out of my good graces so quickly, they’ve probably racked up some kind of frequent flyer miles by now. I thought my youngest daughter was ahead of the pack until Monday, when her card was the last one to arrive in the mail for the anniversary of my deceased wife. They all know NEVER to forget of course, but she obviously took her time with the postage. Any later and she’d have missed it by a day! If

That last bit is particularly apt. They might think they’ve put me up in a really nice nursing home, but the food they serve is far too predictable. Mash every Wednesday, fish and chips every Friday night, and one time they just served mash with mincemeat inside and called it ‘hash’. I don’t care if it’s doused in lobster sauce, it’s still just a recycled meal!

Anyway…I have some efficient Melbourne lawyers who know estate planning and succession, at least. They’ll let me know if I need to make revision, or how to slice a person out, or put them back in, or how to slice them out THEN put them back in but in a way that makes them think that they’re out for good. That way I get to see how they react, and adjust accordingly…